Blogs
Moving to Canada – the container
Finally packed and ready for its journey to VancouverThe container and all our belongings have arrived! Actually, while it is exciting, it really means that this is our home for a very very long...
The escaping piglets
Billy & Bobby: looking so innocent in their new little houseEVERY SINGLE DAY those little piglets escape! Keeping them in the house the first day and a half, electric fencing inside the metal...
My happy place: the Greenhouse
Hopefully this won’t jinx the whole thing but I am starting this post before we finish the greenhouse - since it is taking so long!!! Our before pictures I really cannot think of anyone who would...
Canning, the silent killer
I wrote this post & title in harvest season but never posted it as I thought it was too negative. After reflection, it isn't that bad and even if it was, I should be transparent about life here....
Money.
You can dress it up as much as you want, “financing” or “funding” but it all comes down to the same thing. How are you buying your farm, buying all the many supplies and packaging and seeds and...
Goodbye piggies, see you on my plate
Well today was the day of slaughter for Billy and Bobby. It took weeks of searching to finally find someone who would come and kill them for us. We could and maybe should have done it ourselves, but...
Fitting in, in the Slocan Valley
Slocan Lake, as seen from Idaho Peak Most of my postings make it sound like we are completely isolated here. I did enjoy having time as a family when we arrived but we are by no means alone. The...
The home birth
Waiting for the big day What a relaxing experience. It was so lucky that neither baby nor I had any complications, that we had the most amazing midwife/gynaecologist, and that this was my second...
Farm life never sleeps
Whoever said that writing a blog, consulting, taking care of a newborn, taking care of a toddler, building a social life in a new place, and running a farm wouldn’t be easy (and that was pretty much...
Then a dog killed a chicken
This is Summer. The chickens peck at her enough that she would never hurt them. They even eat her food and she runs away. Just when things were calming down before the baby. I was taking a nap and...